Moments on the Cornish Celtic Way 

Steps

Starting out  
Up into the hills  
In light morning rain

What gets us moving?

My place
 
At the start of the walk
the senses awake and emotions are stirred,
We feel alert, inspired, exposed and disconcerted,
delicate
like a butterfly spreading its wings
we take nothing for granted
and ease forward
gently
 
What helps us be ourselves?
Associate
 
Journeys coincide on an old drove road
we meet a gardener
who has gifted seeds 
to enhance route ahead
 
What have we been blessed with?
Acknowledge
 
Soon we drop down to a simpler place
the meeting of land, sea and sky
a place to leave what’s not needed behind
and crunch pebbles into sand
 
What is holding us back?
Locate
 
The first stopping point.  
a moment to reflect, gather thoughts
and replenish resources
 
What feeds us?
Actions
 
Workers clear the way 
Through fields of hip high hay
 
How can we make things easier?

Spaces

The path moves between fields and roads and paths
birds nest in a letter box

Where will we find room?

Inspirations

Poems shared on the path
a gift

What can we leave for others?

Map
 
Out of our natural habitat
we struggle against the flow  
but are not alone
 
Will we recognise each other?
Creative supplies
 
Forget-me-nots peak through rough grass
a thin place, still touched by the heavens
 
What can we reach out to?

Assess

It’s not just our feet that walk
head and heart work hard too
all our senses are exposed

How shall we record our progress?

Prepare
 
The way ahead is obscured in clouds of doubt 
yet soon pathway opens up
and the sun shines on the sea
 
What helps us on the way?

Exchanges

In an exposed land
a church offers shelter
and space to discover
what we may have missed

What is our invitation?

Destination
 
Dark monkish wood reaches back
to cloistered folk who’ve long since passed.
 
Past and future merge in the moment
walking through memory
yet always onward
each moment precious
yet always passing.
 
Where are we heading?